QUOTE : The eyes are dim, but a single bright glimmer tracks down one weathered cheek.<br /><br /><i>Ringil—</i><br /><br />Gil shakes his head. <i>'s okay. Thanks for the krin. Going to be a big help.</i><br /><br />He slings the Ravensfriend up and over his shoulder, walks away from the god and down the slope towards the waiting dwenda.<br /><br /><i>After all</i>, he calls back. <i>Worse fates than being forced into a place where your choice of acts is limited to those where your soul burns brightest</i>.